"Sidney? Are you talking about that mysterious Chinese male singer who dominates all major music charts abroad but has never shown his face, Sidney?"
"That’s him! Oh my God, he is so handsome, how can anyone be this handsome! Ahhhh, I’m going crazy, what should I do..."
At that moment, Song Yansheng’s car had already driven far away, and he did not notice the commotion in the crowd behind him.
He calculated the time; after passing one more intersection and turning left, there would be the Civil Affairs Bureau in about ten minutes.
The originally calm and indifferent eyes were filled with depth as he glanced at Shi Nuan, wanting to say something, but in the end, didn’t.
Shi Nuan had cried last night; he could tell at the first glance this morning.
He didn’t say anything because he knew this girl’s stubbornness.
Getting married, tying her name to that of a man she wasn’t familiar with.
At twenty-one, taking on the identity of a wife, it was indeed difficult for her.
He understood and felt heartache, yet he couldn’t let go; no matter how difficult or painful it was, he didn’t want to let go of her. fre ewebno(v)e\l.(c)om
What is love? At twenty-nine, like him, having experienced so much, almost seeing through many things in life, yet he still couldn’t explain it well.
But he knew, if you love someone, you should treat her as your own life, take her happiness as your happiness, her sorrow as your sorrow.
If you love someone, you pamper her, protect her, cherish her, shelter her from the wind and rain, pave the thorny path for her.
If you love someone, whatever she wants, as long as you have it, give it to her, regardless of losses or costs!
There are so many things he wanted to give her, but in the past, because he never had her, he lost the qualification to give...
Now that he finally had this opportunity, how could he let it slip? He wouldn’t let it slip!
Shi Nuan, in this life, you are destined to be tied with me, Song Yansheng, inseparably, till death do us part.
Subconsciously stepping on the accelerator, the car suddenly sped up.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Chi Rui had long been waiting there.
Upon seeing Song Yansheng’s car approaching, he quickly got out and went to greet it.
The car stopped, and he opened the door for the person in the driver’s seat, calling out, "Mr. Song!"
Song Yansheng responded faintly, and Chi Rui turned to prepare to open the door for Shi Nuan on the other side, but was stopped by Song Yansheng’s outstretched hand.
Chi Rui was stunned for a moment, then bent down and nodded.
Shi Nuan had unbuckled her seatbelt on her side, intending to open the door herself, but someone beat her to it.
Song Yansheng reached out a long, slender hand to her, and after a moment’s hesitation, Shi Nuan placed her palm in his.
Chi Rui watched from the side, and his feelings couldn’t be more complex.
Having followed Song Yansheng for such a long time, it was the first time he’d seen him being so gentle and considerate towards a woman.
But thinking about it, the only person who could receive such care from Song Yansheng was probably Miss Shi Nuan.
Although the two of them were about to register their marriage, Chi Rui still had many concerns about this union.
First, Shi Nuan’s identity was just too special.
Second, it’s said that in love, the one who falls in love first suffers the most and gets hurt the easiest.
He really feared that in the future, Miss Shi Nuan might hurt this man named Song Yansheng.
In his eyes, Song Yansheng had always been calm, wise, invulnerable, with nothing seemingly able to take him down.
And yet, this very man had a soft spot hidden in his heart.
Moreover, it’s a soft spot that could easily destroy him entirely.
This soft spot is Shi Nuan.